When it’s over

Every ending leads to nostalgia

Inside her lives a mountain of memories and a lifetime of hopes and what ifs.


With new Eyes

Sometimes I leave in the middle of a poem

I let my mind ferment

Bask in my heart

Glide with silence

And my return becomes a new arrival

Our greatest poem yet

While waiting for tomorrow

I stepped into a poem

I wondered how has my poetry begun to emulate reality

Not realizing my life is the greatest poem I will ever write.